Still
I dig into the ground
hoping to find what I buried
all those years ago.
All I'm able find are the bones.
Calcified memories of a time-
before the lights went out
and we choked on the flames
wrought between us.
It's muddy here
where your soul crawled
out of my pores.
I press my ears unto the
Earth, hoping to feel your
tremble.
That I'll sense
your cadence.
Still beating.
Somewhere.
Further, I claw to
the depths of our origin.
Until my nails are bloody
and I can see the shadow
of your drifting form.
And as my hands rise to my face-
robbing the sweat from a jaded
crown.
I smell the glow of your reach
dripping from my palms.
I know you're close.
Somewhere, still.
-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.
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